It took a long time to eat Gavin's masterpiece. There was no way to judge whether it was good or not. It was just a bowl of delicious white porridge. Gavin sat down to eat with me. And I suddenly felt that the house was more warm than when I came the first time.
Gavin also asked me about the food, I blurted out, "Delicious." He was not picky and continued to eat happily. He rushed to wash the dishes after the meal.
I felt embarrassed and said, "I'm sorry for eating and drinking for nothing. If I don't do anything again, I would be a rice worm."
Gavin kissed my face and said. "Just be a rice worn, as long as you can stay in my rice jar."
I was flattered by Gavin's emotions. A failed marriage had made me shy away from romance. Especially a man like Gavin, I felt more unlikly to accept hi
